Help her of course!

You drop onto your knees and take hold of the lightsaber. With a single push you shove the massive metal hilt directly into Bastila’s wet cunt.

Bastila cries out in pleasure as she is impaled by her own weapon. Only the end of the second emitter remains exposed.

You lean in close to the Jedi’s face. “Don’t worry master Jedi.” You murmur in her ear. “I’ll take care of your little problem.”

Bastila moans as you begin stroking her breasts. “Just accept your weakness and let me take care of you”.